Logs:The Perfect Blend
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| RL Date: 20 August, 2014 |
| Who: Edyis, R'hin |
| Involves: High Reaches Weyr |
| Type: Log |
| What: Master and apprentice catch up on the latter's training and future. |
| Where: Hot Springs, High Reaches Area |
| When: Day 12, Month 7, Turn 35 (Interval 10) |
| Mentions: Alida/Mentions, Telavi/Mentions, Bristia/Mentions |
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| Rukbat hangs heavy in the sky, the summer heat already considerably cooled as Belior and Timor emerge. Cue one small scribe lowering herself gently into the heated waters after a blissfully short flight. Not that R'hin ever takes much convincing, but the gratitude is etched on every inch of her features as the warm waters work on new aches and bruises. "Thank you for this, the bathing caverns are wonderful but there's absolutely no sense of privacy and it makes conversing awkward." There aren't too many visible bruises, but she certainly needed more help than usual getting into riding straps on the way. For the first couple of days of Edyis' training with Alida, R'hin's been absent on 'wing business', but he seems in good spirits today, a lightness in his step. He doesn't bother with straps for the short flight across the crags -- though he makes sure Edyis has hers on -- and once they've landed he's quick to ease off Leiventh's riding straps. The bronze slides in almost immediately, creating a brief wave and several ongoing eddies as he sinks into the deeper part of the springs. Setting the straps carefully on a rock where they won't get wet, the Wingleader's less careful with his clothing, dropping it all in a pile near the spring's edge, sinking into the water shortly after the scribe -- and shortly after Leiventh slides in, creating a persistent wave. The low-throated laughter is half-sympathetic, half amused, all directed at his apprentice. "Plus, you have to explain the bruises, no? How is that going with Alida?" the bronzerider asks as he settles himself on a ledge that has enough depth that the water comes up to the middle of his chest, reclining in place. "I'm still working on an explanation for that one." She admits, mouth twisting at the irony. "Never know when the damsel in distress angle might come in handy after all. Training is fun, despite the aches in places I didn't know I could ache. Alida lets a little more be seen when she's on familiar ground. I'm still not sure what she's looking for, but I'm getting more insight into how she ticks." Sinking further under the water, "How about Tillek? Any luck finding the source of the rumors or for that matter curbing them?" "Tell people you're helping out with weyrling training -- they're in the midst of their physical training, throwing around firestone sacks and such. You should ask Telavi to let you sit in on some of them -- so to speak," R'hin's lips twist. "It'll be a good opportunity for you to spend more time with them. I'm interested, after all, to see if there are any who might be suitable for our line of work." He heaves a breath, shifts his weight, and sinks a little deeper. "It's slow going," he admits, of Tillek, though he doesn't seem overly inclined to linger on that topic, sliding back to the current one with a thoughtful, "Have you thought about why I suggested you train with her?" Judging by his expectant look, he seems to assume she has given it some thought. "Finding time to fit that in with everything else might be a challenge, but I'll check with Telavi. Alida's sessions are roughly once sometimes twice a week, and I've got three more sessions set up with G'laer at Alida's suggestion." She glances over at the question slowly starting to stretch out the kinks in her muscles. "Aside from the fact that I very obviously need to learn how to defend myself, you have probably put together that I'm working for her on something, because I'm terrible at secrets." It isn't sarcasm, though there's something completely playful in the tone. "Beyond that I admit I am curious." "Perhaps it's time for a reshuffle of your... priorities," the Savannah Wingleader suggests, half-closed eyes fixed on the scribe. "Master Jeroman did without you when you down south, after all," R'hin notes casually. He grins, abruptly, at her words, "I don't think you're that bad at secrets. Though I am wondering why Telavi was asking about you -- but we'll talk about that later," he says, blandly. "In our line of work it's better to be a lover, not a fighter. People remember fighters, focus on them. We want to be the missed, the overlooked, the average. But occasionally it comes in handy to know -- so listen to what Alida tells you, but remember she's a guard -- they are about the brute force, the shock value, the quick and mean. When you fight, I want you to learn to fight and escape. Be quick, light on your feet, and don't commit -- don't put yourself in a pit fight unless you know where the back stairs are, so to speak. You can live to fight another day -- if you live." He speaks with a vehemence and intensity that suggests experience. "When you've spent a few sevens with her I'll get you training with a few different members of the wing." There's a squint at the bronze rider for the word priorities. "Yes he did, doesn't mean I'm not paying for it now, unless you want to pay my salary as his assistant." Her smirk widening, "Telavi asked about me? I don't know why. She knows I've been up to things, but so does most of Savannah. Since it's the only group of riders I can usually trust for covert transportation or conveying coordinates. More training, why do I get the feeling that my job is only going to get more difficult?" "We could negotiate if you wanted to cut down hours but still needed a wage," R'hin suggests, casually and lazily. It's the latter that makes him laugh, a low-throated, pleased sound. "And yet, my apprentice, you never say no, which is why it's always fun." A beat, then there's a swirl of water as he leans forward as if to impress upon her his next words, "I want you to be able to look after yourself. You are not a harper, or a guard, or a criminal, but there are overlaps, and you should learn the best of all three, and discard the worst of the same." The water ripples again, this time stirred by the bronze surfacing at the far end. There's a moment of study from the Wingleader, before he says, "You didn't ask to stand," it's a statement, and yet the lilt at the end turns it into a question. Edyis laughs, "It must be your charm and incredible wit. That or a terrible habit left over from my formative years as a good little holder girl." She grows silent at the long list of things she isn't, and she makes small ripples with her fingertips while she considers that final question. "I was a little late getting back in from Tillek." The excuse probably won't hold water with the master but it doesn't stop her from trying. "Mm. That's another thing we'll need to break you of... later," and now, it's clear R'hin is teasing, pale eyes amused and laughter in the timbre of his voice. He's silent while she is, not distracted by the gentle waves coming from Leiventh's end of the springs. "And yet there's another clutch on the sands right now." Interestingly, his voice is even -- he doesn't seem to be pushing her one way or the other so much as curious at her choice. Edyis tilts her head at the mention of the second clutch. "I may, when it gets closer to hatching time, candidacy has a nice long list of dos and do nots that make several of the things I'm working on more challenging. I don't really know if I'm cut out for it anyway. Besides, who would you keep about to amuse you while I'm cleaning up dragon dung and feeding a baby dragon every three hours?" "True. You have made yourself... indispensable." Perhaps R'hin is teasing her, perhaps not -- certainly he says it with a casualness that might make it seem truth. "But I wouldn't stand in your way... if you wanted to." Only a beat passes, before he adds, "But I have plenty dreamed up for you, if you don't." She sinks deeper in the water, at mention of other plans. "Even if I do, chances are you will probably still be stuck with me after. So what are these other plans, or have you even actually thought of them yet?" Suspicion runs wild, though her relaxed tone suggest either is fine by her. "Oh-ho." R'hin's laughing now, "And spoil all the future fun? No, no." Perhaps he is just making it up as he goes along, or maybe it is part of some master plan -- who can say? "Besides, soon enough you'll be able to guess what I'm going to do before I do it -- at least let me savor the moment before you turn into Bristia." Which, considering his regard of the greenrider, is rather high praise. Edyis laughs. "I think I should be afraid of that moment, when the student overwhelms the master?" Now it's her turn to tease. "How is Bristia doing anyway? She's not been in her Weyr the last few times I've visited if I recall properly." R'hin's grinning, though he doesn't give a verbal response. Instead, he's chuckling at her question. "I've kept her busy," the Savannah rider admits. "I'll tell her you're looking for her, make sure she drops by to see you. Give you a dose of harper to counteract that dose of guard you're getting now, hm?" He settles down into the water, letting his eyes close. "There are certainly a few things I could use her input and expertise on." The words come almost lazily. At some point, she even dozes off. Waking only when it's time to return to the weyr and likely pruned for her trouble. Not a terrible way to spend an evening. |
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